Van Helsing

'Judge the world with clarity, seek the truth with conviction.'

One of Saint Albrecht's three disciples, Van Helsing was adopted by the Saint following a tragedy too severe for most to survive. Now a dedicated member of Silver Cross, he devotes himself to the pursuit of absolute justice, executing every mission from the Church with unwavering precision.

Perhaps, in these cases, he even finds a measure of joy.

Van Helsing's pursuit of power is not born of ambition—but of duty. To carry out what must be done.

An old invitation bearing both my name and Van Helsing's? It summoned us to Duke Reese's castle, where an unsolved case awaited…

Since the El Dorado affair, Van Helsing has been receiving more and more requests from the Church—cases steeped in mystery, impossible to unravel by ordinary means. He accepts them all, not merely out of duty, but because these cases genuinely intrigue him.

Even before I reached the castle, its atmosphere weighed heavily. Festive decorations hung from the trees, but their presence felt hollow. The castle itself exuded a strange tension—enough to stifle any thought of celebration. Duke Reese, the master of the estate, remained unseen due to poor health. Only a grand portrait bore witness to the man he once was. His heir, Duke Reese II, received me with courtesy befitting his name—yet I could see the unease in his eyes. If Van Helsing were here, I'm certain he’d already be forming theories.

As for the castle staff—this wasn't the kindly cook of fairy tales. Among the servants, she’s known for her bitter tongue and love of gossip. After Hilda's falling out with Duke Reese II, the cook tried to arrange a marriage between Hilda and her own son, the village butcher. When Hilda refused, the woman turned vindictive, spreading malicious rumors. If Hilda truly took her own life, then this woman surely played a part. I've decided to investigate further.